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a bottle on it's side (azure became the world)
by Scott CadenceI am behind a vale
A guise of polymers
that saturate each syllable
my words
slipping away
before the first rays
of a hybrid morning
Another traffic light goes up
In the desert
And back East you find
nothing fits the shape of emptiness
like more emptiness:
it's just colder
but no credit will be given
to the man who laid you down
and sowed you end on end
seamless
for nothing more
than a feeling
It was not the way
But we all blind ourselves
intentionally -
Waiting for someone
who seems worthy,
Waiting for something
strong enough
to blow things apart
like a primer
rushing in
a clear view
Were stuck
In this dance of sorts
swooning like the willow
under a low moon
open
closed
physically
emotionally
half hidden
Vague like the space between
an ellipsis
building a future
that's uneasy
with a pen
Saving money
for a ticket home
waiting on a plane
that can't fly the distance for you
because there's no map made
to go that far in
03/24/2005 Posted on 03/24/2005
Copyright © 2025 Scott Cadence
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Bradd Howard on 05/05/05 at 03:12 PM Wow, thank you... this spoke to me and your language is simply beautiful... flows so smooth. (thanks for your nice comments on my stuff by the way :) Bradd |
| Posted by Bethany Lee on 08/14/08 at 08:13 PM "But we all blind ourselves
intentionally "
"beacue there's no map made to go that far in"
Those lines are true treasures! Bravo to you! |
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